The first one stole my Family
The second one stole my Love
The third one stole Everything
Everything that I had left in me
Gone
Each piece by piece
took who I am
Leaving me with nothing but skin and bones
Skin that I don't even love
Skin that I don't even want
Skin that I've learned to hate
Why couldn't they take that
All the bad...
All the hate...
But instead they took who I was
Now I am nothing
I Am Nothing.
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Lost and Found
PoetryA collection of poems talking about sexual assult, death, mental heath and so so much more. These are all my stories from my eyes while going through events. Not all are in order but in the order that I thought would be best for me. Writting and rel...
